I lie in bed at night and I dream about,
a quiet street with trees and singing birds,
away from the boy racers and honking horns,
where you don’t need to shout DON’T PARK ON THE KERB.
A garden big enough for fruit and veg,
with a view of fields and sky and hills,
not house after house, wall after wall
idiots stealing things for cheap thrills.
A driveway and garage for 2 cars or more
Where little children go and learn to ride,
no passing traffic whizzing down the road,
and neighbours keeping their gardens with pride
I lie in be at night and I dream about,
a quiet and simple life,
is this too much for one man to have?
*goes off to buy Euromillions ticket*